She's got something you can't explain
You try to write it, but it's vain
When she walks by,
she kills everyone
You're breathless, you can't walk or run
Oh, oh, oh,
she's the greatest joy,
oh, oh, yes
Oh, oh, oh, she doesn't even care
Oh, oh, oh, she's the critic's choice
Oh, oh, oh,
it's written everywhere
She doesn't waste words for precious time
If I could have her for my own
it would be a crime
She'll be a star on the stage and screen
Like nothing that you've ever seen
Oh, oh, oh,
she's the critic's choice
Oh, oh, oh, she doesn't even care
Oh, oh, oh, she's the greatest joy,
oh, oh, oh, it's written everywhere, where, where,
hey
She's got something you can't explain
You try to write it just the same
When she walks by,
she kills everyone
You're breathless,
you can't walk or run
Oh, oh, oh,
she's the critic's choice
Oh, oh, oh,
she doesn't even care
Oh, oh, oh, dreams to groove
Oh, oh, oh,
it's written everywhere
Where, where, where
You